Authentic Frankenstein

Authentic Frankenstein

As I couldn’t read for years. I’m still playing catchup. I missed the classics growing up. I never knew Frankenstein was about being different. About needing to be loved.

To watch the show to the backdrop of such a powerful Supermoon. Feels potent for our times. No one can be immune to the transformation possible now. Good or bad.

“If I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear!”

Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

Doesn’t everyone just want to be loved for their most authentic self? To be seen for who they are. Truly? And accepted in this version.

It was as if in a way Frankenstein arrived with an innocence. A unique set of values-driven from the most poetic works he’d learn to speak from. His expression was based on the ideals. And then he became the monster others could only view him for.

“I could not understand why men who knew all about good and evil could hate and kill each other.”

Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

How many people become the monster because they feel this is what is expected? How many spend their time changing to suit? How many can say they are the same person to all? That they are consistent?

I was reminded in conversation yesterday that what I find most draining is false. I always know when others lie. I struggle to sit in a space when someone has false tonality. Yes, I’m that much of a tuning fork. Which is ideal for work – but sometimes I wish there was a special coating to block it all out. To create off days in the mix.

When people write back to me and say “it’s very authentic.” I want to ask – “what other way is there to be?” How can I be anything but myself? Is this a gift or a curse? Would the world relate to me more if I could change shape?

Can the world ever love Frankenstein and not create a monster?

“I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.”

Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

Is this the choice some make? The one which seems so alien when you have such a strong North? Is this why we stage tests for unconditional love?

We can’t all see the scars, falseness or reality. We’re not all searching for the truth inside. We aren’t all focusing on the potential. Some of us are playing games more than ever. We’re all afraid to be judged. It’s why we spend so much time perfecting the outer skin?

Naoisé 7th May 2020